Agent Badass

PROLOGUE

"Here check this out!" Breanna practically exclaims, shoving her phone towards my face to let me see.

It was a tumblr post about why wizards in Hogwarts don't get pregnant and that they have a spell called "Fetus Deletus" as a substitute for condoms.

I laughed hysterically, choking on my sandwich. Tumblr is literally a site filled with unicorn poop and rainbows.

"It's called wizardry!" Bree whisper-yelled.

The lunatic sitting right across me is Breanna Waters. My best friend and partner in crime since pre-school, I don't remember how we met but I'm pretty sure our friendship started out when we both knew we both loved peanut butter.

She was a tall tanned-skinned half Latina, which made her stand out here  in our school; Low Island High. Compared to her, I'm a painstakingly plain woman, with plain features and a plain life. How are we friends? I don't know too.

I continued to gobble up my sandwich, not savoring its heavenly taste.

"I can't believe summer went by that fast! I'm not ready for school tomorrow! In fact I never am!" Bree whines, pouting her lips. Her long legs dangling playfully under the restaurant's table.

"Stop being so whiney Bree. Look on the bright side, we're going to be seniors, we can finally avenge ourselves and squash all the incoming freshmen." I placed my fist near my chest for a dramatic impact and looked up at the ceiling.

Bree seems to agree with what I said, "Yeah, but like it's the school work and homework shit I hate the most." She tapped her fingers on the table.

"Bree our school works are practically easy peezy lemon squeezy, even a kid in kindergarten can answer them." I retorted, sipping on my milkshake.

"Easy for you to say! You're like the third smartest person in our grade, shut the hell up you arrogant ass." She shot me a glare and I sheepishly grinned at her.

Bree poked a chicken with her fork, probably losing her appetite at the thought of school tomorrow. To be honest, I'm pretty excited. I would have some stuff to do in the house instead of constantly doing the same routine. I already have a boring life, might as well please myself with school works. Sounds depressing, I know.

"Come on let's go to the carnival, Colton and Anna are waiting." She chirps excitedly, pulling me out of my chair.

"Bree do you realize we still need to pay before we leave?" I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah!" She clasps her hands together in realization, "Just a sec Barbs." Before I can reprimand her to stop calling me that, she ran off to a nearby waiter.

I hate being called "Barbs" it sounds like a shortened version of barbecue or Barbie. This name was given to me by my mother in honor of her mother's mother who died from accidentally swallowing her fake teeth. Thus, explains my old-fashioned name.

"Come on let's go." Breanna ushers for us to get going.

"You paid for everything?" I asked feeling a bit guilty.

"My father owns this restaurant. So no need for us to pay." She explains.

Holy sheeznit! Breanna owns this place? Jeez this girl sure does keep her feet on the ground. She never brags about how rich or well-off they are, and that's one of the things I love about Bree, she never shows off.